“ I became a dark forest, a quiet wilderness, muted by the loss of you. I let my branches wide, giving way to seas of moss, swallowing the sounds of night. I lay beneath the old footsteps of deer, smelled the earth after a soft rain. I saw what I had become in the reflection of one of my lakes. I was almost complete, I could tell. There was only one last thing left of my former self. Hope. “ 

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- Gromildr